Sunday, February 3, 2008

4th and 13. If you are playing Madden, then sure, you go for it. Why not. Playing video games involves a certain type of careless arrogance that supports such a decision. Maybe the decision Belichick made to go for it was a wise one - a conversion changes the game, the kicker is inexperienced, and a punt only moves the ball 30 yards or so.

But the reaction was the same from everyone in the room watching the game: that arrogant prick, he really thinks they are good enough to convert a 4th and 13. The freaking Patriots really think they are invincible. They REALLY believe that they are so much better than everyone that they can go for it on 4th and 13.

Belichick walking off the field in disgust...Tom Brady staring in disbelief throughout the whole game...the amazing, inexplicable escape and throw from Eli to Tyree. This might have been the most satisfying non-Steelers game I have ever watched. Change that - it is. I have never rooted this much for a team other than the Steelers, and as many 'burghers said tonight, this game felt so much more important than any Steelers game.

And in many ways, there were numerous Pittsburgh-related story lines. Fourteen years after Junior Seau waved a terrible towel in Three Rivers Stadium, here he was sulking on the sidelines, still one game short of ever winning a title. Tom Brady and The Hooded One are still one Super Bowl short of their historic Pittsburgh counterparts. And Plaxico Burress, criticized to no end, hauled in the winning touchdown that likely produced an unfathomably loud and euphoric roar in Pittsburgh.

A truly unbelievable game. I am not kidding when I say congratulations to the Patriots - you had a ridiculously successful season. And Wes Welker: you played like a meast tonight. But your arrogance, your after-the-play dirtiness, your shroud of mysterious lens-induced advantage...it all caught up with you. And as my dad said in a phone call to me earlier tonight, "Cheaters never prosper."

Lastly, congrats to my old roommate and one of my best friends, Frank Steinberg. The Giants have truly been a maligned, torn, and tumultuous franchise, and you should feel damned good for sticking with them.

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